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1 é’,' ERE is the most fascinating problem in the world to-day, S presented in its most fascinat- It is the theme of Richard P. Greaves’ mnew novel, “Brewster’s ons.” “Can you spend a million & year, get your money’s worth and yet have nothing to show for it at the end of thm¢ timef” If you think you can, just read on Brewster's Mil- u & thing or two ions” will teach and hold you in complete thralldem while dot t Under the Sunday Call’s new liter- ary policy you will not have to read get the wvery e most famous d, but you get are not long walts installments and no inter- minsble series of “Continued in our next” catch lines Then in rapid succession will fol- jow that thrilling mew novel, “The h,” by Eden Phiilpotts; of Appleby,” by Francis tenden,” by John Fox X o Vanrevels,” by Booth Tarkington; “The Turnpike Houss,” by Fergus Eume, etc., etc. al own way seven nigh who had It was less Sons of the Rich” ways occasions for was covered vfi”v French rest The chairs were cigar s were lighted, men r knees crossed. Then Pettingill en,” he began, “‘we are here to -fifth birthday of Mr. r. I ask you all to g to his long life and applness heel taps'” some one shouted. Brewster!” all called at once, r ¥ good fellow, For be's & Jolly, good fellow?! he sudden ringing of an electric bell off this flow of sentiment, and so 1 wae the interruption that the ten rs straightened up as 1f jerked into n by a string. he police!” some one suggested. All es were turned toward the door. A waiter stood there, uncertain whether 16 turn the knob or push the bolt. he's a Jo “Damned nulsance!” said Richard Van Winkle. “I want to hear Brewster's speech.” Speech! Speech!” echoed everywhere. Men settled into their places. Mr. Montgomery Brewster,” Pettingill duced Again the bell rang—long and loud. “Reinforeements. I'll bet there's a pa- | in the street,” remarked Oliver Har- om. “If it's only the police, let them in” £aid Pettingill. “I thought it was & cred- its The waiter opened the door. “Some one to see Mr. Brewster, sir,” he announced. “Is she pretty, waiter?” called MoCloud. “He says he is Ellis, from your grand- father’s, sir.” “My compliments to Ellis, and ask him to inform iy grandfather that it's after banking hours. I'll see him in the morn- ing,” sald Mr. Brewster, who had red- dened under the jests of his companions. “Grandpa doesn’t want his Monty to stay out after dark,” chuckled Subway Smith. - “It was most thoughttul of the old gen- tleman to have the man call for you with the perambulator,” shouted Pettinglll above the laughter. “Tell him you've al- v/ ((’r Lidld bim. “Now for Brewster's spesch—Brewster.” R R AR, 5 you to have « for.the moment-that I m"';.." old this day, and that your remarks - have been childish and wholly unbecoming the dignity of my age. That I have arrived et a period of-discretion s evident from my choice of friends; that I am entitled ts your respect is evident from my grandfather’s Dno- torious weslth You have dous me the honor to drink my health apd to reassure me as to the inoffensiveness ©f approaching se- nility. Now I ask you all to rise and drink to .‘The Lit- tle Sons of the Rich.” May the Lord love us!™” An hour later “Rip"” Van Winkle and Subway Smith were singing “Tell Me, Pretty Mald- en,” to the uncer- tain accompani- ment of Pettin- illI's violin, when electric bell again disturbed the company. *“For heaven's sake!” shouted Harrison, who had been singing ““With All Thy Fauits, T Love Thee StIL" to Pottingill’s lay fig- ure. “‘Come home with me, grandson, come home with me now,” suggest- ed Subway Smith. “Tell Ellis to go to. Halifax,” com- manded Montgom- ery, and again Ellts took the ele- vator - downward. His usually impas- #ve face now wore a look of anxiety and twick he start- ed to return to top floor, shak! Lis head dubiou ly. At .last he cumbed into a han- som and reluctant- 1y left the revelers behind, He knew it was a birthday celebration and it was only half past 12 In the morning. At 8 o'clock the elevator made an- other trip to the top floor and Ellis rushed over to the unfriendly door- bell. This time there was stub- born determina~ tion In his face. The singing ceased and a roar of Jaughter followed the hush of a mo- ment or. two. “Come in!” call- ed a hearty voice, and Ellis strode firmly into. the studio. “You are just in time for a ‘night cap,” Ellls,” cried Harrison, rushing to the footman's side. Ellis, stolld- ly facing the young man, lfted his hand. ““No, thank you, eir,”” he saw spectfully. Montgomery, if you'll excuse me for breaking in, T'd like to give you three messages Y've brought here to-night.” “You're a falth- tul ald chap.” sald Bubway Smith, thickly. ‘“Hanged if I'd do” AT'D. T. ork till 3 a. m. for anybody.” *“I came at ten, Mr. Montgomery. with a message from Mr. Brews- ter, wishing you many happy Te- turns of the day and with a check from him for one thousand dollars. Here's the check, sir. Tl give my in the C “Called iIn?™ gasped Montgom- ery, tyrning white. “Yes, sir, Mr. Brewster " had a sudden heart attack -;u half-past " eleven, r. The @octor sent word by me, sir, that he was at the point of death. My last message—"" *Good " Lo ““This time I bring & message - from - Rawles. . the butler, asking you to come to M Brews- ter's house at once—if you can_sir—I mean if “you will, eir,” Elis tntarjected, apologetically. Them with M= gase directed steadily over the heads of the subdued “Sons” he added, ilmpres- vely; IL SHADES OF ALADDIN. Montgomery Brewstsr no longer had “prospects.” People could not now poiat him out with the remark that some ddy he would come into a milllon or two. He had “realized,” as Oliver Harmson would have put it. Two days after his grand- father’s funeral a final will and testament was read, and, as pected, the old banker atoned for rdships Robert Brewster and his wifse had endured by bequeathing one milllon dollars to their son Montgomery. It was his without a without an admonitiofi, with- There was not & suggestion as to how it should be handled by the heir. The bus training the old man had given him was synonymous with conditions r expressed In the will The dead man believed that he had drilled into the youth an stakable concep- tion of what was expected of him in life; 1t be failed in these expectations the mis- fortune would be his alone to bear; a road had been carved out for him and behind him streiched a flong lae of guide posts whose laconic Instructions might be ignored bat never forgotten. Ed- win Pater Brewster evidently made his will with the sensible conviction that it was necessary for him to die before any body else could possess his money, and that once dead It would be folly for him to worry over the way In which bene- fielaries might choose to manage thelr own affalrs. The hbuss fn Fifth avenue went to a sister, together with a million or two, and the residus of the estats found kindly disposed relatives who wers willing to keep it from going to the Home for Friendless Fortunes. Old Mr. Brewster left his' affairs in order. The will nom- inated Jerome B k as executor, and he was instructed, 1 lusion, to turn over to Montgomer wster the day aft the will was bated securities to the amount of $1,000,000, provided for in clause four of th trument. And so it was that on th >t September young Mr. Brewster had an unconditional for- tune thrust upon him, weighted oily with out an crape that clung 1o it ther’s death he had gloomy old Brewster house i 1 avenue, paying but two or three hurr 1sits to the rooms at Mrs. where he had made his home. The gloom of still darkened the. Fifth avenue pl re was a stillness, a gentle house that made him long fc eerful com- panfonship. He we dimly if a for- tune always th suggestion of tuberoses. wmess and strangeness of it all hung at im unpleasantly He had agant affection for the grim old was dead, yet his grandfather was 1 had com- randég his respect emed brutal te leave him out of the reckouing—to dance on the gra t mentor who had treated him attitude of the friends. who ¢ yn the back, of the newspapers 1 congratulated- him, sected. him to re- Tt seemed a tragio dead face. He was' haunt memortes and by a sharp regret for his own foolish thoughtlessness. Even the fortune ftself weighed upon him at moments with & half-defined melancholy Yet the situation was not witheut fts compensations. For ral days when Bl- lis cafled him at 7 be would answer him and thank fortune t he was not required at the bank that morning. The luxury of another hour of sieep scemed the greatest perquisite of wealth. His morniug mall amused him at for since the me papers had published his prosperity to the world he was deluged with letters. Re- quests for pu private charity were abundant. but most of his correspondents were generous and thought only of his own gpod. For three days he was in & hopeless state of bewilderment. He was visited by reporters, photographers and ingenious strangers who benevolently of- fered_to invest his money in enterprises h certified futures. When he was not engaged in declining a gold mine In Colo- rado, worth $5.000.000, marked down to 8450, he was avolding a guileless in- ventor who offered to sacrifics the of a marvelous device for $300. or denying the report that he had been tendered the presidency of the First National Bank. Olfver Harrison stirred him but eajly one ‘morning and, while the sleepy mil~ lionaire was rubbing his eyes and still dodging the bombshell that a dream an- archist had hurled from the pinnacle of a bedpost, urged him In excited, confl- dential tones to take time by the forelock and prepare for possible breach of prom- ise suits. Brewster sat on the edge of the bed gnd listened to dfabolical stories of how conscienceless females had fleaced in- nocent and even godly men of wealt! From the bathroom. between splashes he retained Harrison by the year, mont] day.and hour, to stand between him and blackmail. The directors of the bank met and adopted resolutions lamenting the death of their late president, passed the leader- ship on to the first vice president and speedily adjourned. The guestion of ad- mitting Monty to the directory was brought uo and discussed, but it was left for time to settle. One -of the directors was Colonel Pren- tiss Drew, “the railroad magnate” of the newspapers. He had shown a fondness for young Mr. Brewster, and Monty had been a frequent visitor at his houss Colonel Drew called him “my dear boy.” and Monty called him “a bully old chap,™ the crowd